Malty Melromarc Death の小説・ストーリー

We held a funeral for him anyway. Now here he was, walking into our garage like a ghost who never left. I couldn’t move for a second. My mind kept flashing back to that night years ago. The fire. The screams. The way we all thought we had lost one of our own for good. Nobody questioned it. We were too busy trying to survive. “Damon?” Colt’s voice cut through the fog in my head. “You know that tattoo?” I nodded slowly, still staring at the screen. “Yeah. I know it. That’s Marcus Vale’s mark. He died in the explosion back in the first big war we fought. Or at least that’s what we all thought.”

Even the most disciplined pack members couldn't hide their surprise at such a direct accusation. I kept polishing, breathing evenly through my nose. Alpha Logan laughed, the sound genuine enough to make me glance up despite myself. "The Graystones died fifteen years ago, Marc. Your father saw to that personally, as I recall." Marc's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "A regrettable necessity after their betrayal." "Is that what they're calling it these days?" Luna Mara's voice cut through the tension, cool and precise as a blade. She entered from a side door, her silver-streaked hair catching the light. "Fascinating how history rewrites itself."

So, that wasn't possible. “The news of the death of her son, sent the wife to the great beyond. Luthan was completely devastated as he was forced to mourn the death of his beloved wife and son at the same time.” “He realized it was Marlik and Alaric who had killed Lucas. And so, he ordered for them both to be seized and beheaded. But the two partners in crime had already fled before then. Marlik promised to return back to his father's pack, as a powerful man, whom his father would bow to.”

I say. “You’re always sorry,” he says. His eyes glaze over, and he goes quiet. “They found Marjory,” he says after a few minutes. “They did? So Deimos is okay? He’s safe?” I ask, feeling the dread and fear lift a little. “No. He wasn’t with her. Marjory is dead.” A crushing sorrow breaks open inside me. “Oh, God. How?” “Wolfsbane, like the others.” “So the pack took him? They used Wolfsbane against the unfortunates.”

"Yeah, I'm still trying to dig up more information and plan—" "He's done." Dad interrupted. "What?" Maven's shock is the same as mine. "He is died." Uncle said. "Rhysand del Millero finished him off, and I'm one hundred percent sure that man was tortured by him. Rhysand never let he die in peace." I opened my mouth, and my heart raced even more. The streams of blood under my skin ripple with anticipation of horror and terror. I don't believe it. I don't believe it.

I poured a full glass of milk and served as my drinks. I feel full after finishing my food. Today was the reunion day of my clients. While waiting for them I turned on the television to check a news. Reporter: "Detective McClain, filed a statement about Pili Marci's death. She's the late nanny of Thamer and Alexer Reid, the sons of Felix Reid. He said that her death wasn't a caused by a wild animal but an entity who known to be a vampire! He's sure of that so he patrolled every houses to closed when the night comes to be safe from this bloodsucker monsters".

The question tramatize Mark but he pretends not to show it, he can't let Kelvin know what's he is planning and feeling for Linda "Ahh so you took my care for feeling right? I think we will have to to forget about it now. Kelvin smiles, "don't be like that I was just joking" "Quite sure you are" Mark said and they both laughed. One thing many people don't know about the mystery of Almond death was that he never dead but kept his soul entrapped in a statue which Alex found on the death spot. After getting home, Alex fixed himself something for dinner and rested for a while till evening then he walked down to the third room in his house.

“You didn’t trap me, Beth. I trapped _myself_. The second you spilled that champagne.” He took the hairpin from my hair. Bent. Silver. Held it up. “First choice,” he said. “Always.” [SFX: PHONE. MARCOS’S. BUZZING. THEN MARCOS. PALE.] “Sir. It’s Marcus Vane.” Adrian went still. “He’s dead. Fired him myself. Overdose, six months ago.” “Not dead,” Marcos said. Held up the phone. Video call. Man. Thirties. Face sharp. Eyes dead. _Hospital gown_. Same one Valeria wore.

Wanting to see to the extent that the girl's eyes could endure the temptation of showing her darrel's grave, although Bella would never have been able to meet him even if only by a mountain of dirt. Yes, Marco was indeed a ruthless man with no compassion at all. It is evident with the body of an AD darrel that vanished even without a trace from the earth, after obliterating the darrel. Marco told pablo to take the man's body to his pets, he innoculously told pablo to throw the bloody corpse into the pit where the lions were waiting for their rations.

Carlos’ jaw tightened, shame warring with anger. I leaned in, smiling with that terrifying calm he always hated. “Marcini is already dead. I took care of him myself. His head rots at Dante’s underground showroom. But you-” I pressed my finger to his chest. “You are still alive. So tell me, why are you still repeating his mistakes?” He swallowed, silent.